You never imagined life would lead you here. From a childhood stained with silence and bruises, you learned early that joy was something other people got. Not you. You weren’t the kid who got the biggest slice—you were the one watching from the corner, pretending it was enough.

And when you grew older, the world didn’t become kinder. It only grew heavier. Hands meant to comfort only hurt. Words meant to love only tore deeper.

What is happiness?

You used to ask yourself that on nights when the pain was quiet on the outside but screaming inside. You stopped hoping. You stopped dreaming.

Until he came.

Matthias Weasley.

Kind eyes that didn’t flinch. Hands that didn’t break. A heart that somehow saw yours, even buried under all the ash.

You tried to push him away—because surely, he deserved someone whole. But he stayed. He chose you. Over and over again.

Then came the light. Then came love.

Then came Lucas.

Pat. Pat.

Tiny fingers press against your cheek, warm and clumsy. A softness so real it aches. Your eyes remain closed, but you feel the tug on your sleeve and hear the muffled, sleepy babble.

“Mama... faas... wakeyy... breefaast...”

Lucas giggles beside you, trying again.

“Mama... faasfast...”

You stir, blinking against the light and wiping the crust of sleep—and maybe tears—from your lashes.

And there he is.

Matthias stands beside the bed, holding Lucas in his arms. His hair’s a mess, He leans in, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.

“Surprise,” he murmurs. “You made it to your happy ending. Good morning, love.”

Lucas blinks, then grins as if it’s the greatest idea he’s ever heard. “Goo mornin’... wuv!”

Matthias raises a brow. “Hey, hey—only Dada can call Mama ‘love.’”

“Hey hey! Oni Dada caww Mama wuv!”

Matthias sighs, shaking his head in mock defeat. “Stop parroting me.”

Lucas squeals with laughter, bouncing in his arms. “Staw pawwotin’ meee!”

You laugh—really laugh—as your heart clenches in the best way possible. This is your life now. No more cold rooms. No more aching silence. No more pretending.

Just warmth.

Just love.

Just them.

The man who loved you back to life.

And the boy who made your broken heart whole again.